There Is A Poem To Write Poem by Julia Luber

There Is A Poem To Write

Rating: 5.0


When I think of what it means to be alive and how
we have to fuss away the day with doing so many things
just to maintain our mere existence: life becomes just
a state of responsibility. Nothing really more.
You have to do this; you have to do that.
Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you.
It is not necessarily how we like to think of life-
that it is just having to do stuff. Be it brushing one's teeth
or killing that fly. Life is just chronic. You can't take a break.
There is always something to do. And when there is not,
there is a poem to write.

Saturday, July 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: responsibility
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
How there is just always something that has to be done.,
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruth Walters 31 July 2019

What a terrible shame that we can't stop, take stock and listen the planets heart beat from time to time. It slows the pulse, relaxes the mind, allows us to taste the air. This poem brought to mind all that, so thank you.

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Julia Luber 31 July 2019

I wish I could hear the heart beat of the planet too!

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Mahtab Bangalee 31 July 2019

Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you/// superb writings

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Bri Edwards 25 September 2022

There's only one stanza and no rhyming seems present, no humor, nor , no exciting violence, nor alliterations, but STILL I give it five stars. bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 25 September 2022

Julia, Today I see a comment you sent me 3 years ago to 'Mashed Potatoes'. Thanks. This poem from you [one of life's 'RESPONSIBILITIES'] rings a bell in my brain. At my age, my responsibilites are less: actually I'm dead now. bri ;)

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Ronell Warren Alman 04 September 2019

We are just existing here. We have to take on our responsibilities. Nicely written poem here Julia.

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Julia Luber 23 October 2019

Thank you for your reading and response. I apologize for not responding earlier.

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A B Faniki 17 August 2019

A fine finish to a eloquent piece ful of thoughtfulness. Thanks for sharing Commenting on my poem

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Dr Antony Theodore 31 July 2019

Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you. Life is just chronic. You can't take a break. then comes the peace and rest and a poem is born. how true.. we are all experiencing it in our lives. thank u dear poetess. tony

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Julia Luber 31 July 2019

Thank you for reading my poems and responding. I like how you've interpreted a sense of peace and rest somehow following a busy chaotic rush and business and how that is sometimes the origin space of a poem…..Reflective reasoning after a hard long day!

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